Do Over
““What?”I frowned and looked around at the families strolling nearby There were little kids with balloons, for heaven’s sake. “Um. These are kind of adult questions. I’ll ask you later.” Trey hopped down, his tennis shoes sinking into the grass. “Ferris Wheel.” He would know how to find a private spot in a public space. I took his hand and let him pull me from the bench. “That’ll work.” I dumped our empty plate in the nearest trash bin on the way to the Ferris Wheel.After a short line, it was ou...r turn. I hooked my purse strap across my chest and slid onto the padded seat. The car rocked a little when Trey got in beside me. Pop tunes poured from the speakers, drowning out the cart’s creaking. After removing the questionnaire and a pen from my bag, I braced my feet on the metal floor and flattened the paper against my knee. The Carnie latched the bar, and the cart lifted a few feet into the air, safe and secure. Creak.I read, “Would you rather have someone run their fingertips or fingernails over your wrist?”MoreLess
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